We are all artists. I know… You don’t believe me. Someday, look in the mirror.
Seek nothing as perfect as it already is.
I seek a glimpse of something other. The imperfect, the crooked, the fading…
Beautiful hues dance like music within an open mind. Blood flows thru my heart and then, upon my page.
Water and hue embrace. Vibrancy swirls and dances.